A/N: Okay, I'm deadly ill here, so I'm writing the next chapter lol. I hope this chapter gets more reviews than the last one. It's pretty short, I know, but I ended it where I thought it should be ended.
Dylan's Point of View
Dylan would forget all about everything Marco was currently doing to him if it would end soon. Dylan had no idea why the break-up happened, but if Marco would take him back, he'd assume full responsibility for it all if he had to. Marco was his baby, his whole world. He needed him back.
The worst part of their break-up was that Dylan had been sure everything was great. Had Marco really been unhappy? Was Dylan really that blind? He asked himself these questions every spare moment of his day, and there actually weren't many because, though Dylan hadn't taken refuge in his dorm at the beginning of the break-up, he later decided it'd be more productive for him to push himself into school and hockey. That way, maybe he'd forget about Marco.
Unfortunately, it wasn't really working that well. How was it that a simple thing like hockey practice could have so much to do with his…well, now ex-boyfriend? Right, because Dylan remembered every game Marco would come to. He remembered the first time Marco had ever come actually…well, aside from the time he didn't make it because of his bashing. His first real game that he saw was a few weeks after they'd officially gotten together.
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'Oh, come on, Marco, it's not like I'm going to make you play. Besides you were all for it…that one time you didn't get there,' he laughed/
'Yes, well, that was when it was cool outside. Now, it's…July, and it's hot and--"
'And we'll be inside,' Dylan interrupted, 'so why worry?'
'Fine,' he sighed, secretly agreeing whole-heartedly from the beginning. 'But, then, you and I have to do something I want to do later. Okay?'
Dylan nodded, kissing his cheek. 'Of course.'
'I'll be watching you,' Marco said, laughing at Dylan's change in expression.
'Well, then I'll lose this game. I won't be able to concentrate, knowing that.'
Marco smiled, in hopes to raise his spirits. 'Win for me?' he said, playfully. He couldn't have cared less if Dylan won or lost. Hell, he admitted to himself, he probably wouldn't even know what happened if it weren't for the screaming fans around him. He wasn't really a hockey fan. He was more of a…Dylan fan.
'For you…mmm, I don't know. I'm just kidding. Anything for you, babe,' he answered, going to play his game.
Marco laughed, 'Don't be too confident or you'll fall on your face,'
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After that game, they'd been inseparable. He couldn't really say what had happened that day that made it so, but all he knew was that he needed Marco there, wherever he was, to cheer him on. And he wasn't there anymore to do it.
"Hey," Paige said, sitting herself down next to Marco in history sixth period.
"Mhmm,' he answered, "Wait, what?" he turned to her, coming out of his daze.
She laughed tiredly, "I said hello, calm down. You don't need to answer any difficult questions. How are you?" she asked.
"I thought I didn't have to answer any difficult questions," he said, raising a brow.
"True," she mumbled, more to her notebook than him.
"So, can I ask you something?" Marco asked, looking serious.
She nodded, though before he could speak, their instructor had arrived. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. Paige just smiled slightly in his direction.
It seemed that Marco hadn't learned anything in a month. Well, he supposed he'd been doing terribly in all his classes since the you-know-what, but he wasn't the type of guy to let his grades fall.
It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention. Well, he wasn't intentionally not paying attention, anyway. It was just that…well, every time the teacher wanted to talk about World War II or the Cold War…it's just…Dylan just always seemed more interesting. Marco really couldn't help it and he felt that the teacher should definitely understand that. (A/N: lol.)
When the bell rang, Marco couldn't help but feel that it had been another wasted period. He grabbed his books and headed to the door before his teacher could have a much-desired conversation with him. Paige followed quickly.
Marco and Paige walked to lunch together, talking animatedly. Marco had to stop at his locker, so Paige followed. He had told her that she could go off by herself and he'd be there in a moment, but she politely refused.
He shoved everything in, too stressed out to be his neat self and clean everything. He smiled over at her, closing the locker door carefully.
"I wanted to ask you last period…are you okay, Paige?" he asked, concerned.
"Who died and made you my brother?" she asked, moody. "Oh, wait…my brother was the one who died…wasn't he? You should know since you committed the hateful murder--"
"Paige!" Marco interrupted. "I DON'T want to talk about him, alright? And, besides, I'm worried about you. That's all. I'm not trying to be 'your brother'."
"I'm sorry," she said, with her head to her temple. "I'm just not feeling that great." She sighed.
"It's okay," he answered, putting his arm over her shoulder. "That's it?" he asked, unsure.
"Well, maybe not…all," she answered, being honest with him.
"You're my best friend, right?" she asked, hopeful.
"I was promoted!" he said excitedly.
"And I can tell you anything, right?" she asked, ignoring his comment.
"Of course," he became worried again. They were across the hallway from the cafeteria. She stopped walking, pulling him closer to her.
"Marco, I—I—this is between us, okay?" He nodded quickly. "I think I'm pregnant," she whispered.
They never made it across the hallway that day for lunch. Instead, Marco and Paige chose to head off to the second floor library to talk more privately.
"Paige, you're not serious," Marco said cautiously, once they were sitting at a table in the back away from the nosy librarian.
"Oh, yeah," said Paige, pretending to think about it, "I forgot to mention that I'm lying. Of course, I'm serious! I don't," tears had begun to form in her eyes, as she spoke, "know what to do," she finished.
"Okay," Marco whispered, trying to calm her.
"You're the only one I told! I didn't even take a test. I'm just…I feel it," she cried.
"It's okay. After school, you and I will…I don't know, can we even…we'll go to Ms. Suave…okay? Mr. Simpson said she has stuff like that," said Marco.
"You've talked to Mr. Simpson about pregnancy?" she asked, smiling slightly for the first time, Marco noticed, in days.
"Laugh all you want. It came from something else, okay? Paige, we--" he looked at her uncomfortably, "--we have to tell your parents."
"I will when I know for sure," she replied. Marco would have protested, but she was scared enough. He wasn't going to make it any worse for her.
"Marco, I'm scared," she whispered, hugging her friend for dear life.
"I know, Paige," he answered. Suddenly, nothing that was going on in his life mattered anymore. All that mattered was Paige and her obvious fear.
After school was over, Paige and Marco walked home together. Actually, he was more like holding her up due to her wandering mind. "Paige," he said, crossing the street by his own house.
She turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Do you want to do this at my house?"
She nodded, anxious to just get it over with. Marco cleared his throat. "Well, I…you know these things don't always…they're more accurate after you've waited a few….how long has it been since…" he let his sentences ring in the air.
"It was a week ago," she answered, turning away from his eyes. He sighed.
"Let's go inside," he pushed open the front door. It felt to them like their walk to death as they slowly walked through the first hallway by Marco's bedroom. They stopped at his parents' doorway.
"Hey, dad," he called.
His father looked up from his newspaper, brow raised in question. "Can Paige stay a few hours?" She had decided, with either outcome, she'd rather be with him.
He and his father had reached a point in their relationship where they would speak to each other only when necessary. If they did have a casual conversation, it had to be simply about sports or…food.
"Go ahead," his father answered, turning back to his reading. Marco sighed, deciding to deal with that problem at another time.
"Go into the bathroom, I guess," he watched her walk into the room, staring at her feet in embarrassment. She turned back to him.
"You'll be in your room?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. She closed the door, and he closed his own, collapsing on the bed tiredly. He found it hard to believe that in the room right next to him, his friend was finding out something that would change the rest of her life. He was praying for her.
He decided, to avoid thinking of it, he'd count the tiles on his ugly ceiling for a few dreadful moments. "One, two, three, four, five, six…" It wasn't really helping; he was still worried.
"Marco," came Paige's voice from the doorway. She pulled her whole body in, expressionless. Marco figured it could mean nothing good.
"It's…well…I don't know…I never actually thought about how it would feel to know…"
"No," Marco replied, shaking his head in disbelief.
She only nodded, closing her eyes in shame. "Marco," she didn't say another word. She just let his name ring out in the silence.
She closed the gap between him and hugged him tightly, letting out her emotions into his shoulder. She cried more than she ever thought she could and, Marco, knowing he couldn't change what happened, held her against him, rubbing her back soothingly.
"I will be here for you, Paige. No matter what, I'm here."
She nodded, though he knew it wasn't enough. She quickly wiped her tears away and he smiled at her, as much as he could. "Don't stress too much. I know that's terrible for me to ask that of you, but if you get too stressed out, you'll…you can hurt the you-know-what," he said softly.
"I'll try," she answered, looking at his window, not him, "but I really can't fathom that there's a baby inside of me. I just can't."
He laughed. "I understand."
"I'm not trying to avoid the talk or the situation, but do you have anything good to eat? I'm realllly hungry,"
"Well, that came out of no where," he said, shocked. "Yeah, let's get you something good."
A/N: I know some of you suspected it! Lol. I had a hard time when I replied to your reviews not saying, "Yes! That's what happens!" Well, anyway, I hope that those of you who didn't guess were surprised, (perhaps, pleasantly). Please review!
